Timekeeping Weights

people where

Planes straggle. Or 

attentiveness repeating a tunnel. 

Households that once shone 

Encased palaces no one understood 

soffits in the weather's

oilcloth silence

inaugurating 

with pigments and density 

But undefined today. Self-portrait hibernates 

an interlude to sketch 

again the burial for 

what is richly heard

what has been kept as bounds that purl

over longevous miles:

the stalled grammar of a motion,

a phenomenon

cited in vermilion 

scrolls and seals

and thoroughfares

the days are only for watching 

how fireworks slacken

the cubic faces 

of a millennium gazing back at us:

Into a frame too unseeable

a distinct chatter for sleeping

in a rainstorm

"what ages for that kind of robes

necklace

Compressed artefacts

while phasing the yard alone

A splash for probing  

tiny fishes in time 

century combined. Pamphlets  

from the parade 

carried by million countrysides discernible 

plowings, multiplied

Immense 

weltering wings."

(Artwork in pic: Sergio Albano, unknown title. Taken from Pinterest)

Author's Note

Note: I got my influence from surrealism so I try to follow its surreal, seemingly chaotic dream-logic. There's also often another voice in my poetry placed in between the quotation mark (") because I like to think there are always more than one speaker in my poetry. I accept the criticism of my poetry being perhaps pretentious/tasteless/uneducated (I have literally zero writing technique). This actually opens a room for hearing your idea of how a well-written poetry should be, technique-wise, imagination-wise, philosophy-wise etc